My dog is sitting here, watching me type. · 2:37am Apr 6th, 2014
She's a beagle, and easy enough to please. My little Daisy-girl starts the day by picking up her frayed, well-loved, well-chewed length of rope, dropping it in front of me with a solid 'thunk' and waiting expectantly.
I'm not one to ignore a challenge, so I grab an end and she leaps forward, grabbing the other, and the duel commences.
Beagles, you may or may not be aware, have a hell of a grip, and Daisy is no exception. She clamps down like a bear trap and pulls for all she's worth. I can literally spin her around when she gets into it.
And that's most of the time.
She sets her legs in the rug and begins fighting for real. She uses all the tricks: random yanking, head flails, and simple pig-headedness.
I mentioned she had a hell of a grip, right?
I'm fighting quite hard to keep my grip, so I begin cheating. I start pulling on a foreleg and she begins growling viciously - nobody likes a cheater. I up my game and roll her on her back. That's not going to stop her, though, and she keeps up.
Then I scratch that place on her belly she likes and her left leg begins twitching uncontrollably.
Needless to say, I win.
I head to the kitchen to celebrate my victory, with her trotting right alongside me. She may have lost the duel, but there's likely a prize to be had anyway.
As I look through the fridge, she sits politely and expectantly in front of the fridge, giving the icemaker furtive glances and turning to look at me as if to say 'Look at how well-mannered I am! Something like this might be worth an ice cube or two?'
She just loves ice.
I agree that such a good dog deserves something, so I hit the switch. The whirring brings her attention fully to the icemaker which spits out three cubes. Now comes her favourite part. Mine too, to be honest. I set the ice on the floor and give it a good push.
It goes streaking down the hall and she follows it in short order, in a blur of ankles and knees. She catches her prey and crunches it up carefully, being sure not to miss a single fragment. She returns from the hunt, tail flailing madly and I head to the computer room, trailing a happy beagle.
I sit down in my leather seat and begin typing, as she lay on her pillow watching me.
Then she breaks wind.
Bitch.
Ha! My friend had a dog that passed gas all the time when it was younger. We'd be hanging out playing Star Wars Battlefront II or Mario or something and he'd come in and stink up the entire room.
Tug of war is one of my favorite games to play with my dog. Never gets old. Of course he ways like 11 pounds, so it's pretty easy. xD
Nice dog.